“I will be the same until your old age, and I will bear you up when you turn gray. I have made you, and I will carry you; I will bear and rescue you” (Isaiah 46.4).
Do I worship a god I carry or am I carried along since birth by the God who cares for me? My earthly father carried me and protected me when I was young. I grew up with asthma that was quite serious. I struggled to breathe on a walk home from a local grocery store. It was like trying to breathe through a coffee stirrer. I collapsed on the sidewalk and a few of my brothers ran home to let my dad know. He came running down, scooped me up, and carried me home. I only remember this. I don’t remember much of anything else. Any normal father would act the same way in the given situation.
Today, I’m still incapable of providing for myself. I’m unable to protect myself. I’m as vulnerable and exposed as I was that day struggling for air. I need the LORD to carry me …to rescue me. He has done this for me for nearly 60 years. He has been the same up into my old age. My hair is gray. My Maker still carries me. His strength never flags. He is the same. “You are the same, and Your years will have no end” (Psalm 102.27). “You have delivered my soul from death. Have you not kept my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living” (Psalm 56.13)? “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” So we may boldly say: “The LORD is my helper; I will not fear. What can man do to me” (Hebrews 13.5-6)?